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I NEED A DOLLAR,

Hi. I'm Frank. And I'm a taxi driver. Yeah, yeah, taxi driver jokes, Robert DeNiro, hahahaha, you're not funny kid. Anyway, that April 1st storm? Something freaky went down. I saw it. I swear.
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sleepy times.

nini beautiful people.

take care.

see you in a few hours.

or not.

but see you i shall.

eventually.

/fallsasleeponherdesk

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arthurbradley-sna:

and to think you said you didn’t like Jaime Lannister.

i haet all the lannisters with a burning anus

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gregoryhale-sna: -Voicemail- Franklin Wilde? The Westfield Police Department needs you to come down to our offices as soon as possible. You have a week, then we come looking for you. Later. -click-

Frank groaned as he sat back up, cracking his neck and wincing at the pain. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” His eyes squinted. “The fuck was this anyway? Felt like I was part of Inception.” With a yawn the cabby got up and waltzed over to his phone, nonchalantly pressing one of the buttons when seeing a bright red “1” blinking.

Frank waltzed over to the kitchen to get himself some milk.

He froze halfway there. Brow furrowing at the message. A week. Frank slowly turned to stare at his phone, horrified. The corners of his mouth dropped.

“Oh, come on.”

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Anonymous: LOOK AT YOUR LIFE, LOOK AT YOUR CHOICES

Go look for them yourself, you fucking wacko.

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nyeee. beeeed.

it’ssolate.

and the time changed today.

one more hour than before and.

jaskdjsa.

nini dearies.

love you all.

take care.

<3

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cooper-sna: That grin was infuriating, the human the demon had taken control of had been devilishly handsome, no wonder he got into this mess. Sighing, Cooper propped his cheek against his curled fist and smiled, his expression soft, as if he were looking at a child speak. "And just what in the hell could I possibly want from you?"

Frank watched as he rested his face against his head, as if bored. The demon mirrored his soft expression, widening his smile at the question. Very slowly, he wrapped one of his arms around the back of the other’s neck and turned his head so that his lips would brush along Cooper’s cheekbone, up until his ear, where he’d whisper “I can make you feel things that this world could never offer, huntsman. Good things.” He held the cigarette near Cooper’s face, tilting his head, watching it and considering whether he should mark him or not. “Or bad…It’s really up to you.”

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cooper-sna: The puff of heat, impure and full of smoke, that hit his face made Cooper scowl faintly. Oddly enough however that whisper made goosebumps rise across his flesh and the hunter chuckled under his breath, before he turned his head finally to meet those brown eyes, his icy-blue ones flashed in return. "Then you know what I am and you'll know what I do if you try to force any of your deals onto me." Leaning forward, he whispered, "I'll have your heart on a platter."

When blue eyes finally locked with his, Frank couldn’t help but to feel his lips twitching into a strange bewildered smile. Franklin never reacted well to threats though. He clenched his jaw, and scoffed. “My heart? I’ve been informed I don’t owe one anymore.” The demon, tilted his head, taking yet another drag from his cigarette. “But I’m sure there are other things you can have from me, tiger.” Frank grinned. “All you’d have to do would be sign a little contract, shake my hand and bam. End of story.”

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cooper-sna: Cooper's instincts shuddered in response the moment that smooth, deep voice spoke. But instead of driving the dagger he owned into the being's heart, he just smirked and took the glass of water near his shot of whiskey to take a sip and clear his head. "You a prostitute," He asked first and then shook his head, "Nah. I don't smoke. Thanks anyway." His eyes stayed forward, looking at the TV on the wall.

Frank’s smile weakened at the first remark. Two brown eyes rolled back as he took a small but deep breath. “No. Sorry to disappoint.” He took a long drag from his cigarette, leaning a bit closer to Cooper, blowing the smoke against the side of his face before whispering through a smile. “You know what I am.” He placed his cigarette pack into his inner pocket and shrugged. “Your loss.”

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